Oddball walking on dark streets. The clouds were playing and releasing slowly hitting sparks, happier than ever trying to establish records in thunder and lightning.
Heavy drops of rain I was urged to get in a store bag. I am not wearing bags, they hate, when I was little my mother bought several purses using the reason that I became Miss, I wanted to port and she was disappointed. This time my eyes stopped on a rucsacel? Trim? with two buttons, I must admit that I saw two buttons on a backpack not a backpack with two buttons. I decided to buy it.
When I came out the rain had stopped, I had emptied all the pockets in the backpack and I tossed back. I left my house enjoying the fresh air and moisture.
Over several days we noticed that the buttons had broken away and disappeared, probably dancing with the threads of grass in the park. I look at my latest acquisitions and I realized that no longer has any charm without buttons. Going back home a couple minutes upside down in search box with buttons … seem to have a mother. I found it over a half hour came when her mother, terrified of disorder found that made me a sane morality. It was more quiet when I explained my plan, like to hear:
– Cosi you? The girl's mother was careful not to sting you!
Ironically they have a family and I-feature. He was happy and I smile like the idea that while I did get to work cleaning it with a strange smile on his lips.
There was a great difficulty in choosing buttons were too many so I decided to pull two random. The winners were one large and one small, white and red. Despite that the blend quite well with black rucsacelul.
The white seemed to smile, perhaps it tickles when attached thread running through the two ochisori's, the other was very moraconos. At the end of my art work mother congratulated me and left me to go from day to ask a friend without any detail about that party.
Three days of sleeping pack the hall last night but forgot the phone in it and I asked my mother to bring him near my bed. By 12:30 I was awakened by some voices whispered, terrified I looked around-there was nothing, I turned on the light-nothing. Voices were heard near the seat, I spun around him more curious, in the end I noticed that the voice was coming from his chair.
– But why are you so white and gay, you think everyone is good?
– But why are you so small and red with rage, you think everyone is against you?
My buttons were in a very exciting and have not noticed that I was near them … or can know. I extinguished the light, I got near the lamp seat, I sat down and I still attended the discussion.
– I'm albino, “said the white, what do you call?
– Robert And that's not because they are red but so …
– I understand, however, why are you so tense?
– No.
– Yes you are. You are what you want: mad, angry, tense, resentful, but you have something …
Robert decided to confess:
– I attach little strange and I think that soon I will do a wound.
– Let … enjoy you're not put on a shirt and flat all day, here we are caught just aesthetic.
– You're right, I like, but I had days that I went even better.
– How so? Inquire at white.
– Well the beginning of my life I sat in a collection of a child. All day I remove the dust and kiss me, I was his favorite. The other buttons I envy, but I did and many friends. Pitulu
